Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2009 08:44:48 -0500
From: James True
Subject: The Merchandise Part 5
Jim woke up. He didn't know what time it was. With no clock and no windows,
Jim had lost all sense of time. He was sore from sleeping on the hard
floor, but as he stood up and stretched, the soreness was somewhat
relieved. He was hungry, and had to pee. There was nothing he could do
about the former, but the bucket did allow him to pee without soiling the
floor. It was strange doing so through the chastity device, but he
managed. There was nothing more he could do except sit and wait, hoping
that he would not have to drink his pee.
Jim thought back to some of the strange dreams he had last night. All
involved serving others. In one dream, he was in a harem with other boys
and young men, waiting to serve some Arab emir. In another, he was a house
slave on an old Southern Plantation. Jim was white, not black, but dreams
had a tendency not to be historically accurate. All the dreams involved
service to other men. All were strangely erotic. Jim wanted to jack off,
but could not. He was very confused by his feelings. He had never had
homoerotic dreams before.
This story is copyright 2009 by James True. The following is a work of
fiction, and it involves sexual situations between men. The author
appreciates any and all feedback about the story and the events depicted,
as well as the general subject matter of sexual slavery. I hope you enjoy
the story. The Merchandise Chapter 5
How long it was before he heard Paul come up the stairs, he didn't know,
but he did eventually come up the stairs, turning on the lights.
"Good morning, boy," Paul said cheerfully. "I hope you slept well."
"Yes, sir," was all Jim said. He didn't want to antagonize him by
complaining about his fitful sleep on the bare floor.
"Good. I brought you some breakfast." Paul placed a bowl of cereal on the
floor and slid it through the opening in the door. Jim was very hungry, and
took up the bowl. No spoon was supplied. "No, boy. Leave the bowl on the
floor." Jim put down the bowl. "Eat with your mouth, on your hands and
knees." Jim got onto his hands and knees and started to eat the cereal like
a dog would. "Oh, dear," said Paul. "The cereal is still dry. I forgot to
add the liquid." With that, Paul took out his penis, and started to piss on
the cereal. "There you go. Now eat up boy. You never know when the next
food will come."
Jim looked at the bowl with disgust. He was hungry,since yesterday all he
ate was a small breakfast and a couple of sandwiches. He needed to eat. But
could he really eat piss-covered cereal? Jim knew that the only way he
would ever get out of this was to placate Paul by following his orders. So,
Jim bent down and took a mouthful of the wet cereal. He swallowed it as
quickly as possible, but was surprised it did not taste as bad as he
thought it would. He took a few more mouthfuls, then looked up at Paul, who
had a pleased look on his face. "Good boy. You are learning well. Eat it
all up now."
Paul continued to sit there watching as Jim continued to eat the
piss-soaked cereal. Eventually it was all gone as Jim licked the bowl.
The cereal finally gone, Paul said, "Very good. I will now let you clean
up. I've brought you some soap, and shave cream and razor. Don't forget to
shave your body. Also toothpaste and a toothbrush. Hygiene is important
even for a slave." Paul let Jim out of the cage and conducted him over to
the sink. "I'll leave you on your own as you make yourself presentable."
Jim was glad of the opportunity to clean himself. He wished he could remove
the chastity device, but could not. But he was able to clean the rest of
himself, shave, and brush his teeth. It was strange doing all this with no
mirror, but that was the way it was. He then cleaned up the sink and floor
(since in the process of cleaning, water spilled and dripped onto it) as
best he could. He made use of the toilet to pee and shit, then, before
flushing, went back to the cell and got the chamber pot, which he emptied
into the toilet. He then rinsed it out and placed it back in the cell.
Now, what? Paul left no instructions. Should he just wait there? Go
downstairs? Jim decided that in the absence of any instructions, it is
probably best to do nothing. Plus, as long as he was not with Paul, Paul
could not do anything more to humiliate him. For reasons not even he could
explain, Jim decided to go back to the cell. He closed the cell door, and
sat down on the floor of the cell. He could not lock the cell, but he felt
that this is where Paul would expect him to be when he came back up.
Sitting there, though, Jim started to wonder why was he sitting there? To
please Paul? Why did he want to please Paul, the man who imprisoned and
humiliated him? He could come up with no logical answer.
While this was going on, Paul was downstairs watching on the nanny-cam. He
was quite pleased with what he saw. He was also surprised when he saw Jim
close himself up in the cell. After only one day, he obviously was becoming
accustomed to his new status. Paul had a little less than a month to
totally train the boy into becoming a complete slave. Jim obviously has
some natural submissive tendencies, which will make this job much
easier. But there was still much to do.
He allowed Jim to sit in his unlocked cell for about an hour. Then he
decided Jim was ready for the next lesson. He donned a leather jockstrap,
leather chaps, a leather harness, and leather boots and went back upstairs.
"I must say I am very proud of you, boy," he told Jim. Jim wasn't quite
sure why, but Paul's pride made him feel happy. "I'm proud of you because
you are obviously learning your place. You sat quietly in your cell until I
came back. That's very good, and exactly what is expected of you. You will
be rewarded for this good behavior."
"Yes, sir. Thank you."
Paul went to a corner of the room and pulled out a thin mat that was rolled
up there. Jim had not noticed it before. "Come here and lie down on your
back, boy." Jim did so, not knowing what to expect. "Now, you should know
that every inch of your master's body is sacred. This includes the most
intimate parts." With this, Paul straddled Jim's head and squatted
down. "As your reward, you get to worship my ass, boy. Stick out your
tongue and lick my ass, boy."
Jim was not quite prepared for this. Here was a man's naked ass right in
his face. He was looking right at the crack, and there was this man's
hole. The smell was not at all bad as Jim expected someone's ass to
smell. In fact, it wasn't bad at all. Paul obviously cleaned the area
before coming upstairs. Jim realized, though, that Paul would not get up
until Jim obeyed him. Hesitantly, Jim stuck out his tongue and started to
run it up and down Paul's ass. Only later did Jim wonder to himself why he
didn't instead simply try to push Paul over and get out. But now, the
thought did not occur to him. His only thought was to do what Paul wanted
him to do, in order to avoid punishment.
Paul started to squat further down, and was soon pressing on Jim's
face. Jim's tongue found Paul's hole, and started to caress it. Paul
reached out, and took Jim's two nipples between his thumbs and fingers, and
gave them a little tweak. Jim let out a little yell of surprise.
Jim could not understand what was happening. This should be disgusting, but
he didn't find it so. It was an interesting sensation, pushing with his
tongue against Paul's hole, feeling it give a little, and then feeling
Paul's sphincter muscle clamp onto his tongue. Paul gave a slight moan as
Jim's tongue pressed his hole. Jim found it quite exciting. What's more,
Jim could feel his cock starting to get stiff. But it was still encased in
the chastity device. It was preventing his cock from growing stiff. That
made him even more excited, even more turned on. He stuck out his tongue
even more. He wanted to push his tongue right into Paul's hole. Paul moaned
as he did so, which turned him on even more. Jim reached out his hands and
started to caress Paul's body without even realizing it. He was lost in his
own thoughts. He felt the need to touch his own cock and jerk-off, but he
could not do so. This was driving him crazy.
Paul, meanwhile, was also enjoying having his ass serviced by this
slave. Paul watched Jim's cock, enclosed in the chastity device, and could
tell he was getting excited. It must be quite uncomfortable to have his
cock so restrained while being so excited. Paul decided that under no
circumstance will he give Jim permission to cum this morning, or maybe all
day. Jim has to learn self-control. Paul finally stood up, turned around,
and looked down at Jim. "You did that very well, boy. I think you are a
natural." Paul then bent down and started to put his cock into Jim's mouth.
Jim reached down towards his own cock, but Paul said, "Sorry, boy. But you
have to learn you can only cum when your master gives you permission to
cum. Your cock belongs to your master, not to you. Your cum belongs to your
master, not to you. Your pleasure is in serving your master, not
yourself. Understand, boy?"
"Yes, sir," was Jim's disappointed reply. Paul started fucking Jim's mouth,
pushing back and forth, pressing his cock further down his mouth and
throat. When he felt ready to explode, though, he took his cock out,
sending a long white stream all over Jim's face. Some fell into Jim's
mouth, and this he swallowed. Jim's tongue came out and started to lick his
lips, taking in even more cum. Paul then smeared the remaining cum all over
Jim's face. Paul leaned down and gave one of Jim's nipples another tweak,
and said, "Good. Now you can go to the sink and clean yourself up."
Jim got up and walked to the sink and washed the drying cum from his
face. "Good boy. Now, if you promise not to attempt to gratify yourself, I
will remove the chastity device. As your master, I want to know I can trust
you to do the right thing, not force you to by using things like this. Do
you so promise?"
"Yes, sir. The device is not comfortable, and I want it removed," Jim
realized that this statement is self-serving, and Paul might therefore not
like it, so he added, "but most importantly, I desire to earn your trust
and to serve your needs, not mine."
"Good answer, boy," and Paul removed the device. Now, go back to your cage
and sit for a while, and think of what you have learned. I will be back up
later."
To be continued.
Comments on this story are greatly appreciated. I thank all who have sent
me comments on past chapters, and I hope you all enjoy this one.
I'm also interested in communicating with those who wish to share with me
their experiences as a slave.